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Standing, I grab my plate and take it into the kitchen. “I would think it’d be the other way around. You’ll be glad to get rid of me! Then you’ll have time for all your other women without me being here underfoot.”
I’m rinsing my plate off as I’m talking, so I don’t realize he’s come up behind me until he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him.
“I don’t have other women,” he growls. “They’re just… business arrangements.”
“Business arrangements?” I exclaim. “That’s how you view sex?”
His eyes grow dark, with anger or lust I’m not sure. He doesn’t answer though, at least not with words. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me close and presses his mouth against mine. I practically melt against him, like putty in his hands.
Dante breaks the kiss and pulls back, but I wrap my arms around his neck and try to pull him closer.
“Tell me to stop, Kylie.” His voice is husky and full of need. “Tell me to stop now because I don’t think I can control myself for much longer.”
I smile up at him, pressing my breasts against his broad chest. “I’m not afraid of your dark side,” I whisper. “I want to see it all.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
KYLIE
Snatching my arm, he pulls me forward, all but dragging me through the kitchen and towards the stairs that lead up to his wing of the apartment. I’m not sure what to expect, but I don’t hesitate. I want to know it all.
The moment we reach the top, he takes me down to the second door on the right and opens it. My eyes adjust to the scene as my mouth hands open. A four-poster bed sits in the center, but that’s not what surprises me. Instead, it’s the racks and racks of paddles, whips, floggers, and other toys that are in full view for use.
“What is this place?” I ask softly, watching as Dante stands at my side, letting me adjust to everything I’m surrounded by.
“It’s my playroom.”
Playroom?
I stand, dumbfounded and exhilarated all at the same time. This is the kind of thing I’d always dreamed of, to be the submissive to a dominant, but I’d never found someone I’d be willing to submit to.
My body is super aware of every step that Dante makes as he steps closer towards me. My heart racing as I feel his fingers brushing over my shoulder. “Do you want to play?”
I don’t hesitate before looking him directly in the eye. “Yes.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he turns me to face him. His lips crash on mine once more as he pulls me close to him, his hand fisting my hair as walks me backward towards the large bed sitting against the wall on the far side of the room. The moment the backs of my thighs touch the edge he pulls back.
“Strip.” His words are a command, and I don’t hesitate to follow them. My eyes never leave his as I unbutton my jeans and pull my shirt from over my head, tossing my clothes into a pile on the floor. “All of them.”
This time hesitation fills me. But I comply. I very slowly let my eyes falter as I lower them, letting my white cotton panties slip to the floor, followed by my white bra. I kick them to the side towards the other clothes.
This is the first time I’ve ever stood bare before Dante, and it scares me. Hesitation and concern flow through me like a raging river as he steps forward and lifts my chin so that my eyes meet his. “Don’t be embarrassed or shy with me. You’re a goddess, and in this room—you can be whoever you want to me. As long as it’s mine.”
Taking a step back, he moves towards a dresser drawer on the far side of the room. His hands dig around for something, before I watch him turn to face me. He holds a satin strand of fabric within his fingers, and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Hold out your wrists.”
I do as he says, watching as he binds my wrists with the fabric, ensuring the knots are tight so that I can’t move. Everything about what he is doing sets my nerves on edge. Especially when he lifts my hands above my head and secures me to a hook I hadn’t seen before.
I’m restrained, a victim to whatever pleasure he decides to place on me. Only able to submit to him, and unable to escape.
“Now at any point in time you want me to stop, I will. All you have to do is say your safe word.”
I glanced at him. “My safe word?”
“Yes. It can be any word you want, and when you say it during our sessions… I’ll immediately stop what I’m doing.”
Pondering for a moment, I think of what world to use. “Willow.”
